There's a scary place, it's always there,

Full of agony, suffering, despair.

Concrete walls, covered in blood,

Built up to stop the oncoming flood.

Whispers of hate echo in the dark,

Sing-songy, perverse, the devils lark.

Their lies become truth, the truth their lie,

Can't cover my ears, to escape their cries.

Trembling hands, rebuild the walls,

To keep others from drowning, to stop my own falls.

Don't take my hand, I'll pull you down,

You'll drown beside me, in this horror town.

Where lies are truth, and the truth is lies,

For I am my devil, the one I despise.